Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.